In first or second grade Rudy found himself in a pickle. He did something wrong, something the teacher didn’t approve of. She handed him a sealed note addressed ‘To the Parents of…’ and told him to take it home, that he needed to have one or both his parents read and sign it. And, well, in his town, a sealed letter from the teacher always meant You are in trouble mister! news.
Rudy panicked, was scared of the spanking that was sure to happen once his mom read what he had done. He knew that his dad was at work so it would be his mom that would handle the situation. Her way.
A classmate, a wee boy about the same small height as Rudy, noticed the fear building up in his eyes, so he recommended that Rudy defuse the situation with just three rocks.
“Three rocks?” Rudy questioned.
“Only three,” the friend responded. “And you must find those three rocks right here, on the school grounds, right now. You cannot pick them up on your way home.”
Rudy ran off to collect the average sized rocks, not much bigger than large pebbles.
“Got ’em,” he claimed, holding out his hand, displaying the carefully-selected-similar-looking gray rocks.
“Good. Now what you do is… when you are walking home toss one rock behind you, and don’t look back. Never look back,” his peer stated.
“So, I just throw the rocks over my shoulder?”
“Yes, but you must throw them one at a time, not all at once. And, you must throw them with an equal distance between each toss.”
“Okay,” Rudy felt slightly confused, and must have shown it on his face.
“Once you leave this spot and are a short distance away throw the first rock behind you, wait until you have walked a little then throw the second rock, and then the third rock gets tossed at an equal distance compared to the first two. Understand?”
Rudy shook his head up and down. “And you are sure I will not get a spanking when I get home?”
“Yep,” the boy confidently stated.
Rudy made it home, successfully tossing the rocks at an equal distance, and never once did he look behind him to see where they landed. He nervously handed his mom the letter, whereby she simply smiled, and let him pass without a word.
Throwing those rocks must have magically did the trick! ♥
hi kathy. to this day, rudy has no idea why the rocks worked, all he knows is they did. and he’s not about to bring up any suspicions… 🙂
what a nice little tale, a kind of fable.
I agree sandra, when Rudy told me this story I knew I had to document it… 🙂